The grass on the grassy plain, withers and grows every year. It is not easy to be burned by a wildfire, but it grows again in the spring breeze.
Far away, the fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green sky connects the deserted city. I am sending the king's grandchildren away again, and I am full of farewell feelings.
The Song of Cile (敕勒歌)
No name in the north or southThe Cile River is under the Yinshan Mountains. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass down to see the cattle and sheep.
Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, "Out of the Plateau"
Outside the city of Juyen, I hunted for the pride of the sky, and the white grass burned in the wild.
When the cloudy moraine is empty, I drive my horse, and on the plains in autumn, I hide from the carvings.
The captain of the Qiang army rides the barricades in the morning, and the general who breaks the captives crosses the Liao at night.
The Jade Target Bow and the Pearl Bow, the Han family will give the snow johnny Yao
Fengle Pavilion Tour in Spring by Song Ouyang Xiu
The red trees and the green mountains want to be slanted by the sun, and the grass is green in the long countryside without an end.
The tourists do not care if the spring is getting old, they come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers
"Walking on the Seaside" by Bao Sol, Tang
The west wind is strong, and the dew is cold, and the horses are in the water.
Pity the Yellow River and its nine curves, and the felt pavilion and the prison without a shadow of Hu.
The Spring Rise of the Border Party by Tang Gao Pian
The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Songs and songs are loud and clear and go with the wind, and I know how many times the Guanshan Mountains have been crossed.640|Comments (75)
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Cilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the wild is vast, and the wind blows early and low to see cattle and sheep.
Modern Poetry
Prairie Wen/Wang Weike
You undulate into a posture
Tender green expression delicate skin
Welcome to the call of life and Tengri
Heaven's favor and collect the coffins
This vast and broad endless geography
Let the free blood into the body
Clean and clean body and mind.
Clean body, mind and soul
I feel and yearn for your self-respect in the depressing and empty city
You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart
How I wish that one day
your limbs can spread out hard in all directions
so that the hope of life can devour those
The harsh effects of sandstorms
The vast frontier of sturdy horses
The beauty of clear springs and wildflowers
The swaying reeds and flying swans
Fat flocks of sheep and simple shepherds
The rich milk of the horses and delicious meat
The pristine state of the land is here to last
The purity of the You are God's reward for goodness
Sinful mankind ignorantly poisoned you
You are the paradise in the eyes of the lost
Cruel reality relentlessly destroys you
Your fountain has become muddy and dirty
Your face has become haggard and yellow
Who buried your beauty foolishly?
You are now lost in my eyes
Mournful eyes can only look at
Old imaginations
Numbed human beings have lost their conscience
Mankind's desire to fill the gulch is too much to bear
Do you really want to be buried by the rolling sands someday
Your fate has made me feel sad.
The Grassland (Lao She)
Since I was a child, I have seen the words "the sky is vast, the wild, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep". This once had a bad influence, making people afraid to go to the north. This time, I saw the grassland. The sky there is more lovely than elsewhere, the air is so fresh and the sky is so clear that I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Beneath the sky was a thousand miles of blue, and not a vast expanse. On all sides there were hills, and the flat land was green, and so were the hills. The sheep went up the hills and came down again, and wherever they went they embroidered the boundless green carpet with white flowers. The lines of those hills are so soft, just like bone-less paintings, only with green rendering, not outlined with a brush, so, everywhere green color wants to flow, gently into the clouds. This realm, both make people marvel, but also called people comfortable, both want to stand for a long time to look around, but also want to sit down and recite a small poem of strange and beautiful. In this realm, even the horses and cattle are sometimes still, as if recalling the infinite joys of the grasslands. Purple plug, purple plug, who said?
This is a world of emerald. Even Jiangnan may not have such a view!
We visited a herding commune in Chenbalhu Banner. The car traveled one hundred and fifty miles to reach our destination. A hundred and fifty miles is all grassland. Another hundred and fifty miles, also still grasslands. Grassland traveling to the free, as long as the direction is good, how to go can be. Initially into the grassland, can not hear a little sound, also can not see anything, in addition to some of the birds fly suddenly fall. Walked for a long time, far away from the meandering, bright as a band of glass. River! Cattle and sheep more up, also saw the herd of horses, faintly the light sound of the whip. Almost, almost to the commune. Suddenly, like being blown by a gust of wind, a group of horses appeared on the far hill, men, women and children on the horses wearing various colors of clothing, horses galloped, lapel fluttering, like a rainbow flying towards us. It was the hosts who had come dozens of miles away to welcome their distant guests. See us, the masters immediately turn the horse head, cheering, galloping, in the car around and in front of the lead. Silent grassland, lively: cheers, car sound, hoof beats, resounded into a piece. Car, horse flew over the hill, saw a few yurts. Outside the yurt, many horses, many cars. There were many people, all of whom had come to see us from dozens of miles away by horse or by car. We had an appointment with a woman dancer from Hailar to interpret for us. She had a beautiful name - Crystal Flower. She was from Chenqi, the Ewenki tribe. The hosts dismounted and we got out of the car. I don't know whose hand it was, but it was always hot and held. We don't need to use the crystal flower comrade to give as an interpreter. We all speak different languages, but our hearts are the same. Shake hands again and again, smile again and again. You say your, I say my, the general meaning is national unity and mutual help!
Somehow, we got into the Mongolian yurt. The milk tea poured on, milk tofu on the set, host and guest are sitting cross-legged, who are polite, who are so intimate, not at all constrained. Not long ago, the hospitable host brought in a large plate of hand-held mutton and milk wine. The cadres of the commune toasted to us, and the seventy-year-old man toasted to us. It's just like: It's hard to fulfill the blessings, so raise your glass and don't forget it! We toasted back, the host raised his glass again, we toasted back again. At this time Ewenki girls, wearing pointed hats, both generous, and a little shy, to sing folk songs to the guests. Our fellow singers also rushed to sing. Songs seem to be louder than any language, are more touching, no matter what is sung, the listener will always reveal a heartfelt smile.
After the meal, the boys performed horse lassoing and wrestling, and the girls performed folk dances. The guests also danced, sang, and had to ride a Mongolian horse. The sun was already in the west, and no one wanted to go. Yes! The Mongolian-Chinese love can't bear to say goodbye, the end of the world is the blue grass to talk about the slanting sun!
People's lives have changed, everything on the grassland has also changed. Take the yurt say it, once upon a time every was called for felt hut, today but changed, is made of wood and grass poles, for the summer to live with cool, to the winter and then modified. Look at the horses, both short and compact Mongolian horses, there are also tall new breed of three river horse. This kind of big horse is really decent, a look reminds of "dragon horse spirit" such words, and want to ride it, gallop for miles. The cows have also changed their breeds, and some of them weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and their udders are like small tanks. Cows are fat and grassy, and their udders are like springs! It's not an exaggeration. Sheep in both the original big-tailed sheep, but also added a new breed of short-tailed fine wool sheep, the former meat, the latter good wool. Yes, the two prosperous livestock, is one of the new weather on the grassland.
People's Daily, October 13, 1961 [Questioner approved]|13|Comments (3)2009-02-16 15:51South Wind Mirror|Fourth Grade Fugu Plain Grass Farewell
Leaving the grass on the plains, a year of dryness and glory. It's not easy to get rid of it with a wildfire, but it grows again in the spring breeze
A faraway fragrance encroaches on the ancient road, and the clear emerald greenery connects to the deserted city.
The first poem of the second level of the prairie is
The horse's hooves are broken by the setting sun, lying down to sing Ovoo to wait for the moon to brighten.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the Jade Dragon is enchanting.
Boundless green emerald by sheep grazing, a horse flying song drunken blue night.
(3)
The slanting sun is not to be seen, and the mountains are dyed yellow.
Modo old cattle return to satiety, the shepherd stove is born under the fragrance.22|Comments (19)2011-11-10 18:01Kabuki ice|6 "Fugue original grass send off" Tang Bai Juyi
Leaving the grass on the original, a year a dry and thriving. It is not easy to be burned by a wildfire, but it grows again in the spring breeze.
Far away, the fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green sky connects the deserted city. I'm going to send the king's grandson away again, and I'm full of farewell feelings.
The Song of Cile (敕勒歌)
No name in the north or southThe Cile River is under the Yinshan Mountains. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass down to see the cattle and sheep.
Song Ouyang Xiu (宋欧阳修)
红树青山日欲斜，长郊草色绿无涯。
The visitors do not care if the spring is getting old, they come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers.
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Without the city of Juyen, the sky is proud of the hunt, and the white grass burns in the wildfire.
When you drive your horse on the empty moraine of the twilight clouds, the plains are good for avoiding carvings in the fall.
The captains of the Qiang army rode the barricades in the morning, and the generals of the broken captives crossed the Liao at night.
Jade target horn bow beads le horse, the Han family will give snow john yao.1|Comments2011-11-10 18:23 ミ﹏青蕊≡゛|二级 "敕勒歌 "北朝民歌
Cile Chuan, under the Yinshan Mountains. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the wild is vast, the wind blows the grass low to see the cattle and sheep.
References:
The mountains have sent each other off, and at sunset the firewood is covered. The spring grass is green every year, the king's grandchildren return or not.
2. Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty, "Wuyi Lane"
The wild grasses by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the setting sun at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
The swallow in front of the hall of Wang Xie in the old days has flown into the homes of the common people.
3. "Fugue Gu Yuan Grass Send Farewell" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
The grass on the plains is a bit dry and flourishing every year. It is not easy to be burned by a wildfire, but it grows again in the spring breeze.
Far away, the fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green sky connects the deserted city. I'll send the king's grandchildren away again, and I'll be full of farewell feelings.
4, "Cile Song" North and South Nameless
Cile River, under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass down to see the cattle and sheep.
5, "early spring drizzle" Tang Han Yu
Small drizzle in the street of the sky is as moist as crispy, the color of the grass is close but not.
This is the most favorable year of spring, and it is absolutely superior to the smoke and willow all over the Emperor's capital.
6, "spring even into" Song Zhang Shi
law back to the late frost less, spring to the earth grass and trees know.
It is full of business in front of me, and the east wind is blowing the water green and different.
7, "Chuzhou Western Stream" Tang Wei Yingwu
Don't worry about the grass growing by the side of the stream, on the oriole deep tree singing.
The spring tide with rain comes in the evening, and no one in the wild boat crosses the river.
8, "North Mountain" Song Wang Anshi
The north mountain is green and rises across the pond, the straight moat back to the rippling pond.
Counting the fallen flowers, I have been sitting there for a long time, and it is too late for me to return to the grass.
9. Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty, "Out of the Seaside"
Outside the city of Juyen, the sky is proud of the hunt, and the white grass is burning in the wild.
When you drive your horse on the empty moraine of the twilight clouds, you can hide from the carvings on the plains in the fall.
The captain of the Qiang army rides the barricades in the morning, and the general who breaks the captives crosses the Liao at night.
The jade target is the bow and the horse, and the Han family will give the snow whoring Yao.
10, "Fengle Pavilion Spring Tour" Song Ouyang Xiu
Red trees and green mountains, the sun wants to be oblique, the long suburbs of the grass green without end.
The tourists do not care if the spring is getting old, they come and go in front of the pavilion and step on the fallen flowers.
11. "Send Liu Gao" by Cao Ye, Tang Dynasty
The grass on a river is green, and the sound of the water around the house is like home.
Desponding to the beauty of the world, I am disappointed that she is not joining hands with me, and that she is sending out several flowers to the east of the wall.
12. "Walking on the Seaside" by Tang Bao Sol
The west wind is strong, and the dew is cold.
Pity for the Yellow River, the nine curves of the river are over, and the felt pavilion has no shadow of Hu.
13. "Spring Rising on the Border" by Gao Pian, Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Songs and songs are loud and clear and go with the wind, and I know how many times the mountains are closed.
14. "Clear" by Du Yuhuang
The rain was collected at the cape, and the setting sun was scattered in front of the building. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Agree 0|Comments Vote for him 0|Comments 2011-11-13 18:28 enthusiastic netizens Cile Song
Northern Dynasties folk song
Cilechuan,
under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome,
covering the four fields.
The sky is pale and wild,
Wind-blown grass low to see cattle and sheep.0|comments2011-11-14 20:06 Mr. Camus | Level 4 Grassland Wen / Wang Weike
You undulate into a posture
Tender green expression of the delicate skin
Greeted the call of life and the Tengri
The sky is favored by the sky and the collection of
This vast and magnificent
The sky is the most beautiful place in the world
The sky is the most beautiful place in the world
The sky is the most beautiful place in the world.
This vast expanse of geography
allows the blood of freedom to flow into the body
Clean body and mind, free spirit
I feel and yearn for your self-respect in the depressing emptiness of the city
You're the most beautiful sight in my heart
How I wish that one day
your limbs could reach out in all directions
and be able to move to the other side of the world
You are the most beautiful sight in my heart. I hope that one day
your limbs will spread out in all directions
so that the hope of life can swallow the bad effects of
sandstorms and dust storms
the vast territory of the sturdy horses
the clear water of the springs and the beauty of the wildflowers
the swaying of the reeds and the flying of swans
the fat flocks of sheep, and the simple shepherds
the rich milk of the horses, and the delicious taste of the flowers
the richness of the horse milk. The rich milk of the horses and the delicious meat
The primitive state continues here
The pure heart reproduces here
You are God's reward for goodness
Sinful human beings ignorantly poison you
You are the paradise in the eyes of the confused people
Brutal reality mercilessly destroys you
The source of your water is already muddy and dirty
You are the only place where you can find your own water.
You have become dirty and muddy
Your face has become haggard and yellow
Who buried your beauty in ignorance
You are now lost in my eyes
My sad eyes can only watch
The old imagination
Numbed by the human race that has lost all its goodness
Humanity with its insatiable desires
Do you really hope that someday
You will be the first to see a world in which you are the best of the best
You are the first to see a world in which you have been the first to see a world in which you have been the first. I hope one day
to be quietly buried by the rolling yellow sand
Your encounter makes me sad
(1)
The yellow carpet was quietly replaced by a green ping, and the ancient plains were silent to explain the sound of autumn.
The horse's hooves have broken the setting sun, and I am lying down in Ovoo to wait for the moon to come up.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the Jade Dragon is enchanting.
Boundless green emerald by sheep grazing, a horse flying song drunken blue night.
(3)
The slanting sun is not to be seen, and the mountains are dyed yellow.
It is not necessary to say that the old oxen have returned to their fullness, but the shepherd's stove is producing incense.
The crows and the grass in the northern part of the country
The color of the feathers is deep, why are there so many suspicions? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!
It is a blessing and a curse that follows the king, and it is a calamity that leaves no room for the guest to be wronged.
There are no more songs for the crows to sing, and there are more for the crows to cry and the moon to fall.
The common style and elegance are difficult to determine, and the great wisdom is a great sage.
The poem of the grassland in the northern part of the country is attached:
The truthfulness of the words has aroused the suspicion of the people, and the color of the crows has attracted even more slanders.
It is a great honor to be the first to be recognized as the best in the world, and to be the first to be recognized as the best in the world.
Singing a song with meat in its mouth is a laughing stock, but throwing a stone and drinking water is a good rumor.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man who was so proud of what he said, that I've never seen anything like it.
Prairie Poems
[Author: Chen Guanglin Article Entry: Li Qiuhong]
(1) Prairie ah prairie
Prairie ah prairie
The cradle of my life
The clear sweet water is the milk that feeds me
The fragrance of the fragrant grasses moisten the field of my life
The sacred solid horseback is the climb to the top of the mountain where I grew up
The clear sweet water is the milk that feeds me
The fragrance of the grasses moistens my life
The holy solid
Wind and snow gave me a strong character
The hardships of my mother gave me eternal strength
Whenever I think of the prairie, the prairie
I think of that lovely home
The prairie, the prairie
The wine and tea is thick and the affection is unlimited
Thinking of you, the prairie
My prairie of love
Thinking of you is a Sweet memories
Thinking of you is a bitter attachment
Thinking of you is a long time coming
The sky is blue and the earth is green and the hearts are connected
Thinking of you, the prairie
The prairie in my heart
Thinking of you is sweet memories
Thinking of you is a bitter attachment
Thinking of you is a deep love
Accompanied by the
My sunlit prairie
The prairie nourished by rain
The place where I was born and raised
You are the source of my strength
The prairie, the prairie
My prairie
My grassland where the spring breeze blows
The prairie where the autumn waves ripple
The place where I was born and raised
You are my eternal warmth
Prairie, prairie, prairie
My prairie
The prairie of my beautiful song
The prairie of my horse
The place where I was born and raised
You're forever in my heart
The countryside
Give me a piece of white cloud
Float to the plateau of northern Sebei
With a piece of white cloud
With a piece of white cloud
Float to the plateau of northern Sebei
To the plateau of northern Sebei
With affection
With nostalgia
Give me a spring breeze
Blowing to the Plateau of Sebei
With spring rain
With new greenery
Give me a canal of river water
Flowing to the Plateau of Sebei
With songs
With life
Give me a bend of The moon in my hometown
Hangs on the plateau in the north of Serbia
The night is more beautiful on the plateau
The moon is brighter in my hometown
The vast pastureland in my hometown
is the blue sky of my heart that I love so dearly
Grew up eating my mother's milk
Growing up drinking fragrant milk tea
Listening to that sweet songs
with the horses and lambs that were my age
The deep and holy pastures
have given me so many fond memories of my childhood
I often return in my dreams to the deep and loving pastures where I was born and brought up
The vast pastures in my hometown
are the blue sky of my heart
Father's love lifted me onto the back of a horse
Mother, my father's love lifted me onto the back of a horse
Mother, my father's love lifted me onto the back of a horse
Mother, my mother's love lifted me on the back of a horse
My mother gave me a lot of expectations
The vast pasture gave me an open mind
The affectionate pasture gave me a lot of courageous strength
The pasture in my hometown is the cradle of my life and the source of wisdom
I can't ever forget the holy pasture that gave birth to and nurtured me
(4) Highland love
The breeze sends me a refreshing
The green field sings with me
The winds are cool and the winds are cool.
The steppe is vast
Drowsy poet
You are like a lyre asleep by the mane of a huoma
The steppe is vast
And deep within
I close a distant lamp with knocked-down eyes
- Steppe night is a guest at the Tibetan felted bag of Dangxiong
Mahiu
She bends down to make tea
like a river bending over the silence of sleep
in another situation
Martinsong's inland night
The lake lifts its huge spoon
and pours it into the mouth of the world
and the hand crosses the darkness at the end of the vast steppe - -
Dawa Maiden
I want to talk to you all night long in your morning glory with complete silence
Fu De Gu Yuan Grass Sends Farewell
(Tang) Bai Juyi
The grass on the plains of Li Li Yuan, withers and grows every year.
Wild fires cannot be eliminated, but spring breezes blow again.
Poem on the Grassland in the North of Serbia:
The truthfulness of his words is a source of resentment, and his dark color invites even more slander.
It is the first time I have ever seen a person who has been a good friend of mine, but I have never seen him as a good friend of mine.
Singing a song with meat in its mouth is a laughing stock, but throwing a stone and drinking water is a good rumor.
Regression, praise and criticism are left to him, and he still speaks freely.3|Comments2011-11-14 20:26The world's one|The third level of the Cile Songs
Northern Dynasty folk songs
Cile River, under the Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale, the wild is vast, the wind blows early low see cattle and sheep.3|Comments(2)2011-11-14 20:37 Beaver learns to roll the cot sheet | second level you undulate into a posture
Tender green expression of the delicate skin
greeted the life of the call and the Tengri
the sky above and the collection of the favor of the sky
the great and broad and boundless geography of this
Let the blood of freedom flow into your body
Clean body, mind and soul
I feel and aspire to your self-respect in the depressing and empty city
You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart
How I hope that someday
your limbs will spread hard in every direction
I hope that one day
you will be able to spread hard and fast in all directions
.
Let the hope of life devour those
bad effects of sandstorms and dust storms
The vast territory of sturdy horses
The beauty of clear springs and wildflowers
The swaying of reeds and the flight of swans
The fattening of sheep and the simplicity of the herdsmen
The richness of the horse's milk and the delicious meat
The pristine state of the countryside.
The primitive state continues here
Pure hearts flourish here
You are God's reward for goodness
Sinful mankind ignorantly poisons you
You are a paradise in the eyes of the lost
Cruel reality mercilessly destroys you
Your springs have become muddy and dirty
Your face has become haggard and yellowed Your face has become haggard and withered
Who buried your beauty in ignorance
You are now lost in my eyes
Mournful eyes can only look at
Old imaginations
Numbed by human beings who have lost their conscience
Human beings who have an insatiable thirst
Do you really wish to be buried by rolling sands someday
?
The horse's hooves have shattered the setting sun, lying down to sing Ovoo to wait for the moon.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the Jade Dragon is enchanting.
Boundless green emerald by sheep grazing, a horse flying song drunken blue night.
(3)
The slanting sun is not to be seen, and the mountains are dyed yellow.
Do not say that the old ox returns to satiety, the shepherd's stove under the incense is born. \